The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 23 Night Raid
Roland couldn't remember how many days it had been, how many quiet nights it had been, or how many times he had returned home alone.

After the children had dispersed, Alice had walked with Roland for a while, and now he was alone on the way back.

But he was not worried about encountering any danger.

The people here are very friendly - to be more precise, they are friendly enough to know each other well.

Why did the match seller rob the paper box paster?
Even if two people scraped together their savings, they couldn't afford a bar of good soap.

Roland tapped his cane.

The whole city stood before his eyes, and the stone houses looked like strangely shaped sea rocks washed by white waves.

The streets are sparsely populated, and in the East End, night tends to come earlier than in other places.

People turned off the lights but did not sleep.

They breathed in the night air and waited quietly for the sunrise.

The scattered red flames were held in the men's mouths, shining when they were sucked and emitting white smoke.

The wild dog rummaged through the garbage and dug out the bottles, which rolled a long way away with a clanging sound.

Before the deafening sound of gunfire, Roland thought that this night was no different from any other night.

then…

boom.

The sudden sound of gunfire twenty feet away caused the white sound waves to surge in intensity, covering the sky and the earth, turning the entire night into daytime under the scorching sun.

The dazzling light spread out in circles like ocean waves, mixed with streaks of blood-red ripples.

As the gunshots continued, he heard violent roars and shouts.

Roland was startled and stopped.

He saw a human hand 'fly' out of the alley.

Then, there were continuous gunshots and inhuman roars.

The blood color became richer.

A man in a black windbreaker stumbled out of the alley: he was missing an arm, and his entire sleeve was torn off. In his left hand was a silver long-barreled pistol, and he ran for his life in panic.

"help me--"

He saw Roland standing there, and with a target in mind, he rushed over shouting.

"You can't outrun it."

The text is a warning.

it?
Before Roland could think about it, the man turned around and shot.

boom!
Boom!

In the moonlight, bullets flashing silver light penetrated the thin wall. Some flew away, and a few hit some flesh and blood creatures.

There's no accuracy.

The roaring sounded again.

Roland also saw 'it' -

A 'human hand' with bones breaking through flesh and blood emerged from behind the wall: a spider-like humanoid creature. Judging from its drooping red hair and curvy figure, the corpse was probably a woman.

Half of her face had rotted away, revealing her bones, and her limbs also had varying degrees of decay.

But it climbed very fast.

Its limbs have sharp bone spurs that allow it to climb walls; there is no tongue in its mouth, but instead a series of spiral circles covered with wriggling serrations.

boom!
The bullet missed and hit a railing on the second floor, sending out sparks.

The monster stepped out of the red waves.

"Help!!"

The man who rushed over had short hair. Blood was flowing from the gaps on his forehead and right arm, flowing sparsely on the path, leaving a bright red reflection all the way.

He grabbed Roland by the collar and dragged him into the dead end beside him, breaking several bent clotheslines, and fell into the wet quilt with Roland.

Roland struggled to open it, helped him up and leaned him against the wall.

The blood spurted out uncontrollably.

"help me…"

His breathing became more and more rapid, like a bellows: "Quick...quickly take it..."

Maybe they didn't know that Roland was blind.

He turned the gun around, stuffed the handle wrapped in black bandages into Roland's hand, and ordered firmly: "Pull the trigger, if it comes, pull the trigger!"

"Sir, I am a——"

"Pull! The! Trigger!"

He roared and started coughing again, his toughness turned into pleading: "...Pull the trigger, kid, come in front of me. Listen to me, that thing is about to die...It can't take two bullets...Hit it..."

Roland pursed his lips, took the slippery weapon, and looked back at the alley entrance.

Click...

Click...

The ring-shaped sound waves mixed with red became clearer and clearer.

That thing is approaching.

From the wall.

Click...

Climbed down.

fast.

Roland subconsciously held the gun handle with both hands and stood in front of the injured man.

Dark clouds covered the moon.

The sound suddenly stopped.

The moonlight was reflected in the golden eyes.

There were only two quick breaths in the alley...

bang——

The wall was suddenly scratched, revealing a layer of green brick powder and rubble!
Then, the shadow rushed towards him!
Roland pulled the trigger decisively!

Click.

Click click click.

He subconsciously folded his fingers a few more times. Roland felt as if he was falling into an icy lake.

In the gun chamber...

Empty.

No bullets.

The next moment, the monster with bared fangs and claws slammed down on Roland, knocking him down.

Then, the monster swung its sharp claws and pierced the ground, just brushing his ear!

Gravel splashes!

During the struggle, Roland saw that the man's expression became extremely cold.

He pulled out a cross-shaped pendant from his collar, clenched his palm into a fist, placed it in front of his chest, and lip-synced to Roland.

'Feel sorry. '

He seems to know everything.

Roland pushed and struggled.

The limbs drew their last strength from despair.

'I can't die here.'

In a panic, he pulled out the porcelain piece he bought from Rick Rich from his pocket, and stabbed it into the monster's eye socket with all his strength!

laugh--
It let out a shrill scream!

A stream of dark yellow pus spurted out from its eye sockets.

Roland held its arm with all his strength and pushed the porcelain piece with his fingers, sending it completely into the zombie's brain.

Then, he rolled on the ground, using his hands and feet to flip into the garbage pile.

next second.

The claws waved wildly!
It lay on its back, clanging against the wall like several blades!

The clanging sound never ceased.

Sparks and gravel fell like a rainstorm.

He saw the man recite a long passage, the blood in the wound on his right arm coagulated, and the golden light from his palm overflowed and took shape, condensing into a golden knife in the night.

Like a sun at night.

He became agile and nimble, holding the knife in one arm, ducked to avoid the sharp claws, and kicked the monster into the wall.

Then, reach forward!
The sharp blade stabbed into the monster's heart!
It struggled, and its bone spurs left streaks of blood on the man's body. However, the man remained unmoved, watching the monster struggle quietly, listening to its roars becoming softer and softer, and its limbs waving slower and slower.

The scars became more and more numerous, but their magnitude became smaller and smaller.

Until, it stops moving.

Only then did he let out a long sigh and collapsed to the ground.

The golden weapon melted at some point, and the thin mist of light surrounding him also disappeared in the moonlight in an instant.

"…Good job, kid."

He coughed up blood, and the wound on Qigen's right arm that was bitten off returned to normal - blood gushed out again.

He was like a tattered rag fluttering in the wind, with blood and mud oozing out of his torn clothes.

"You did a good job."

His lips were pale, and he was so weak that he couldn't even lift his arms: "I'm Mesert from the Supervisory Bureau..." He motioned for Roland to lift up his coat.

Stuck in the inner pocket was a thin glass tube as long as a little finger.

There was one third of a tube of rose-red liquid in it.

Roland pulled out the test tube and watched the other person open his mouth.

"Pour it in...then...go to the church...go to the police station...and ask for help..."

It was now difficult for him to even open his mouth. As the blood flowed out of his body, his face turned pale and his voice was intermittent: "Hurry... The reagent can keep me going for two more hours, enough for you..."

Roland held up the test tube and shook it gently in the moonlight.

The liquid looked like strawberry juice, and there were actually a few bubbles coming out of it.

Very bright.

Like sticky flesh.

"…What are you doing! Hurry up…"

Roland found his walking stick in a corner, picked it up and twisted it, but it was not broken.

There was a hole in the clothes, and there were varying degrees of wear and tear on the knees and buttocks.

There was a lot of blood splattered on the work boots.

“…you…you…”

The man was growing weaker and weaker, his face and neck were out of place and twitching slightly.

Roland felt like a fish that had been landed.

sucker Punch.

He came up to him with a cane and stared at him for a while.

Then, sit down next to him.

Hug your legs and rest your chin on your knees.

"M...Sir?" Roland said softly, his dusk-colored eyes fixed on the tip of his shoes. "It's really dangerous."

"Ahem...Help...Help..."

"How do you want me to save you?" Roland suddenly turned his head and looked blankly at the dying man. "I don't dare to trust you anymore."

The man looked at his out-of-focus eyeballs with a look of confusion in his eyes.

"…This…necessary…sacrifice…"

Roland held the tube of medicine, took a look, lifted the man's coat, put the test tube back and clamped it.

Until the moonlight shone into the alley, revealing a corpse.

"But I can't be the one to be sacrificed, sir."

The figure in the moonlight muttered to himself.

He held his cane and went to the police station.

(End of this chapter)